Foot massaaaaaaage!

You guessed it... $1

Ok, get a grip Cambodia, you can charge more, trust me. But I do appreciate it big time! 
Tonight I got a foot massage, of course I appropriately picked out the cutest gay boy I could find and saddled up for a little reflexology (doesn't even compare to your skills, Charlotte!). So the massage itself was definitely only worth a dollar but the conversation was priceless. By the end there must have been six Cambodians all surrounding me asking my name, which appearently is Bread, about my tattoos, and what I do, and so full of excitement just to sit around and chat with someone. Massage places are also a dime a dozen out here so they just flock to you.

The part that got me though was this boy, who was 19 and had five months left of high school, had to leave his family in Battambang because he couldn't get an education there. So two years behind, going to school all morning, working ten hours a day (yup, for a buck) as well to try and get the money together so he can go to university and get a marketing degree was blowing my mind. He wasn't sad or angry or anything. It was just life, I can't believe his strength. But the kicker he got me at was "they call me Angry Bird, and I have angry boss, he's Chinese" and I just lost it! The equivalent to a Greek I guess, yikes. And of course when we were done the wife of angry boss came to collect the money. I made sure to slip him some extra cash when she wasn't looking. Could you imagine making $30 a month?

Fun fact: you can get a haircut and color for roughly $5 here, I'm in the wrong business.